11.13.1998

I'm going back to Hawaii. It's the middle of the semester but I've decided to go back. It's a couple of days before I leave and we're getting everything together. I haven't gotten a place together. A part of me doesn't want to go, but I feel like leaving my surroundings. In the car the night before, I'm taking all these IDs of famous people, and all men.
Suzie and I have been traveling around the city saying bye to friends. One house has a huge window, facing out over a mountain and the city, but it was very dimly lit. One other place is this apartment; it is small and crowded and smokey. There are a lot of people playing some card game. It's cold out, but more icy than snowy. I'm in the Jeep, looking out the window but visualizing Hawaii. Somewhere in the trip I run into Felicity. She looks good, but seems more extroverted than usual.